“In myths, the hero survives. The evil is vanquished. The world is set right. Sometimes there are celebrations, and sometimes there are funerals. The dead are buried. The living move on. Nothing changes. Everything changes. This is a myth. This… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“That was the hardest part of being plunged into a world where magic is possible. It made you wonder if everything was.” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“Growing up, his parents had written off his dreams as simply an effect of his reading too many novels, disappearing for hours - sometimes… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“It was cowardice, he knew, but cowardice came so much easier than hope. And” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“It does nothing to dwell on what’s been taken from you,” he snarled. “Nothing.” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“This woman, who is a force of nature. Who bends the world instead of bending for it.” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“Let them think what they want was a thought that visited him with far less frequency and force than They see you as a… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“What she needs are stories. Stories are a way to preserve one's self. To be remembered. And to forget. Stories come in so many… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“It was better not to care—Lila tried not to care—but sometimes, people got in. Like a knife against armor, they found the cracks, slid… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“To clever plans,' said Kell, toasting his brother. 'And dashing princes.' 'To masked magicians,' said Rhy, swiping the wine. 'To mad ideas.' 'To the… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“Rhy watched his brother move toward her as naturally as if the world had simply tipped. For Kell, apparently, it had” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“Names are important,” she said, twirling the cord. “Mine is Ojka, and I have orders to keep you out.” Beyond the doors, Kell let… — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“There were a hundred shades between a truth and lie, and she knew them all.” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
“People spoke of love as if it were an arrow. A thing that flew quick, and always found its mark.” — V.E. Schwab Copy Share Image
